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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 0:48:39 GMT -5
"Shorty. Sorry I don twork here but I love music. That violin your holding works wonderfully. I saw people in concerts play with that same type and the music comes out wonderfully. But that's all I know. The orphanage I lived out never really cared for letting us have instruments," Shorty said. By the way the lady spoke she seemed nice.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 6, 2009 0:57:16 GMT -5
Lucky came into the store and folded her arms, she didn't like music stores, they made her uncomfortable. Looking up at Medda she let out a breath, seeing the disturbed look on Medda's face and the girl causing it, Lucky shoved the girl's face out of the way and replaced her.
"Medda I gotta talk to you.."
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Post by Medda on Jun 6, 2009 1:04:37 GMT -5
Medda looked at the girl, trying to follow her but having a slightly difficult time. Even for someone raised an orphanage she seemed to have a poor grasp of the English language. When Shorty mentioned that she liked the sound violin's made, Medda commented, "Yes it is quite beautiful."
A moment later a look of surprise crossed her face as Lucky's face suddenly replaced Shorty's. She frowned slightly, "That's not very polite." Medda raised an eyebrow, silently scolding the girl she was actually very fond of. When Lucky said they needed to talk, Medda temporarily forgot about Shorty, "Is everything alright?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 6, 2009 1:15:56 GMT -5
Lucky flashed Medda a smile, she loved the woman very much. But she'd be polite when she was dead.
"You remember that bakery girl from the Bronx? You know the one that hands out food to kids for free an' that?" Hell she had nothing against Tate. "Danno's girl.." Yeah, she was still Danny's girl to most all of Brooklyn. "You know if she made it home alright?" The girl actually lived in Manhattan, and her father had asked Medda to keep an eye on her when he was out of the country when he was more often then not.
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Post by Medda on Jun 6, 2009 1:26:00 GMT -5
Medda nodded when Lucky started talking about Tate, "Of course, Tate, lovely girl. Very kind to the young ones." Medda smiled when Lucky mentioned that Tate was seeing Danny. She didn't know him very well but she knew him well enough to know that he would be a good match for Tate. He wasn't as angry as most kids from Brooklyn were but he was very protective.
When Lucky finished speaking and Medda grasped the seriousness of the situation, she set the violin back where it belonged. "I actually haven't seen her lately..." Which was very odd, she usually saw Tate on a daily basis. "I've heard things about other chidlren." She wanted to know if there was any truth to it and she was horrified that there may be.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 6, 2009 1:35:27 GMT -5
Lucky nodded at Medda, she'd heard the same things from Joe. Maybe he wasn't up in the night, all her suspicions were starting to roll around and she sighed, running her hand threw her hair.
"She got thumped on leavin' the bakery a few nights ago by some girl.... Danno thinks it's someone from Brooks and I can only really vouch for me, Smalls and Fight, but Dodger said she headed home on her own not to long ago pretty beat up.." she was starting to see a pattern. "We're gonna need ta compare notes.."
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Post by Medda on Jun 6, 2009 14:31:43 GMT -5
Medda frowned, thinkming about the last time she saw Tate. "I haven't seen her in days, not since before someone hurt her." Medda shook her head, these street kids always found one reason or another to let out their frustration on each other. She wished they found a better outlet for their emotions. Medda sighed, this was the second time today that someone had come to her about a missing newsie.
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 14:38:08 GMT -5
"Uh... sorry for butting in but I think I can help ya," Shorty said, hoping they would understand her. She knew about the dissappearances and was trying to help as hard as she could. She was suppose to be in Bronx right now but she figured she'd wait a while before talking to Dodger.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 6, 2009 14:58:18 GMT -5
Lucky turned on Shorty and gave her a hard glare, she snorted. "Look kid, I don't care who you are or what you think you know but butt out before I make you butt out permanently, got me?"
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 16:52:07 GMT -5
Shorty put up her hands defensively, "Hey, I know how the ccriminal mind works. I'm already workin' with Prince ok? I was on my way to the Bronx but the more missing kids I know about the more I can figure out this person's or people's pattern. But of course if you don't need my help that's perfectly fine I can get my information somewhere else," she finished. She didn't know the girl but admired the girl's spunk.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 6, 2009 21:16:40 GMT -5
Lucky snorted and turned her attention from the girl, waving her off with ease. "Bug off kid, you don't know nothin.." With that Lucky folded her arms and turned her attention back to Medda but not before she turned around and kicked the girl hard in the shin for being a damn know it all. She was really tired of people thinking they knew everything.
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 21:29:54 GMT -5
Shorty didn't wince after being kicked in the shin. She really didn't care after a while. She shrugged, "Look, all I know is that these criminals are either amaturs or really professional. Because after years in the business you know that the most hard to catch and find are either amaturs and borderline experts. So far from what I have heard they're either randomizing their selection or they are strategically taking kids who can work. But before we hit me again I'm leavin'. I learned my lesson earlier," Shorty said while pointing to the bruise on her cheek. She mumbled, "I swear to god if someone hits me again I will kill those son-of-a-guns who are incharge of the kidnappins'." Shorty started to walk away but turned, "If I was you, but of course I ain't but still, I would find some people with criminal minds, thieves, consmen, grifters, hitters, anyone who is criminal, persuade them into to giving you information, then round up a team who are good at lock picking, stealth, and, er... making sure people get out of the way, and get the kids. But don't mind me I'm just thinkin' of stuff." Shorty turned back and started walking away.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 6, 2009 21:58:12 GMT -5
It took everything she had not to lash out again and she growled and turned around on point to look up at Medda, blowing the girl off as if she were nothing. Who the hell did she think she was? She made their walkin mouth seem like a breeze. And she wasn't always a fan of David. Grinding her teeth she waited until the girl was gone before she spoke. "Dodger won't listen to her, he doesn't take kindly to outsiders any better than Spot does.." it was a fact of life.
Sighing Lucky ran her hand threw her hair, "I'm worried about Danno's girl... if you haven't seen her then.." she might be missing like the others in the Bronx and Manhattan.
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Post by dutchy on Jun 7, 2009 0:16:45 GMT -5
Dutchy passed Shorty without so much as a glance, spotting Lucky and Medda and making a bee line to them. He'd been passing the shop and spotted them. He knew Lucky, and had eventually heard of the high honor of temporary leadership she'd been given of Brooklyn.
"Hey, Lucky. Medda." He removed his hat with a swift gesture, as he always did in Medda's presence anyway. Or at least tried to remember. Dutchy ran a hand through his pale hair and looked to Lucky, "Any word on any of them? Milo and Pup I haven't seen lately... Shiner's gone, too. I spoke with her Uncle. He's got the police on it... He said he'd help us however he could."
Dutchy tried to look confidant to the ladies, "He's a doctor you know, so... well, they might actually try."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 8, 2009 0:52:41 GMT -5
Lucky sighed, she couldnt' for the life of her be mean to Dutchy unless they were playing cards. It had become so strange for her, she'd lived in Manhattan for awhile and come to think of the boys there highly. Sighing, she patted his back gently, her eyes moving to Medda and she shook her head.
"No... and Tate.. she might be gone too--" Shit! Danny was going to freak and there was no telling what he was going to do finding out his Bakery tart was gone. She was getting frustrated. "Dutch, anyone else from Manhattan, Queens anywhere that you know of.." That was just gone.
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